At times like this, Wu Qingxian felt utterly desperate.
She had no idea what her son was up to, but he had come home and forced her to give him seven thousand yuan.
It hadn't been long since the last time he demanded money from her, and each time was more aggressive than the last, making Wu Qingxian feel utterly hopeless.
It was her birthday tonight, and she had harbored a small fantasy that her son might wish her a happy birthday.
But to her dismay, Zhang Honglei did come home, not for any other reason, but still just to ask for money, and that was all.
The simple birthday greeting she had imagined from her son turned out to be nothing more than a mother's fancy.
Even the simple birthday noodles she had cooked for herself were kicked away by him.
In the midst of endless coldness, Li Zhiyan appeared.
And brought some warmth to Wu Qingxian.
"Wu Auntie, don't joke with me, let me go first."
"Don't deform the cake."
Wu Auntie always joked that she was his mother.
